That’s where butterflies come from…

I had an arrangement conference with a woman who brought her very young daughter. I’m bad with ages but let’s say 5? As we are walking into the selection room to look at caskets, the little girl runs over to one of the purple caskets on display. She just stares at it in awe with her mouth wide open. As the mother and I are talking about caskets and options, I am noticing that this little girl is not moving and the look of amazement it not coming off her face. As we are finishing up I walk over to the little girl and ask what she sees. She pulls my sleeve down to her level and whispers in her little girl voice, “This is where butterflies come from.”

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